Oh, please give me a break! I don’t speak the language That divide and categorize I don’t take pride in belonging to the groups It’s a sheer hypocrisy to which I won’t stoop I speak the language – the language of smile The universal language, yes, that is mine
Oh, please give me a break! I don’t belong to a certain country, region or a state The whole world is my home Where I’d like to freely roam Discrimination is figment of feeble mind Which make human, inhuman and blind And hinder the progress of entire mankind.
Shahid Khan works at ISRO (Indian Space Research Organisation) and loves writing, especially poetry. He likes to express himself through various poetic forms. So far he has written poems in poetic forms like English Ghazal, Haiku, Tanka, Rondel (French Form), Triolet, Acrostic and Etheree beside other popular forms. His poems have appeared in many national and international publications. He contributes regularly with his poems and articles for an online magazine “Reflection W&R Mag”.
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